Snippet #1852449

Dante looked pleased at the fact the girl had decided not to fight, at least for now. He said nothing in response to her question, only grabbed hold of her arm roughly, (a grip rough enough to cause possible bruising), and began to half walk, half drag her down the hall. He wasn't the type to play gentle, sweet caring doctor. He was a sadist, and proud of it.
He lead her into one of the large, white, circular rooms used for treatments, and ordered her to get up and lay down on the table in the centre of the room. She would obey if she knew what was good for her. He paged the office for a copy of her file, and did a little research. "Prone to hallucinations, under close watch from guards... Bleeds too easily?", he asked curiously, a spark of excitement akin to arousal gleamed in his eyes. "It's not all that elaborate, your file. I guess I'll have to study you myself".
He had several new 'toys' he was eager to test run, and this troublesome patient would seem the perfect subject.